I don't think I've heard of it this way,
But I hear on that day people go fey,
Now i still don't know what to say,
though many things have changed as it may.
Always, many pay for it,
More like a mission of transit,
thought of it, is like that which you cannot resist,
But perhaps, it keeps finding it's way to persist.
I'll have to cut this short, so no long story,
It's reason, is not out all scary,
Maybe because you tell it to those who thinks you are friendly,
but sometimes, they wouldn't take it likely.
The main fact about this all which is 'love' is a mystery,
Though it didn't start today, because it's history,
So don't let it all be filled with misery,
Also don't let the fact be just temporary.
Finally, they say it comes as a day,
And that day is February 14,
Finally, they say it's just one day,
And that day is 'valentine's day'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you ain't bad in this, you know.